The taste confounds the appetite

A cynical conclusion to epochs of struggle

We always return to our unrefined ways

I suppose we were really savages all this time

But God, isn't this so damn satisfying?

Never destined to be servile, living outside their projections

Embrace the violent rejection of order

The age of silence dies tonight, it's ours to reclaim, we could fail but the people will remember our names

The blueprint has always been there

Buried near the doctrines just awaiting something to ignite

Imagine the moss covering the shrines, their estates rewilding

A return to something akin to healing but we know it's only transient

They have poisoned the land and what grows bears their mark

One last time I stare up, as my ears ring, all is serene, death awaits but I got to live in between